A pregnant woman gets in a car accident and falls into a deep coma.
Asleep for nearly six months, she wakes up and sees that she is no longer pregnant. Frantically, she asks the doctor about her baby.
The doctor replies, “Ma’am, you had twins! A boy and a girl. The babies are fine. Your brother came in and named them.”
The woman thinks to herself, “Oh no, not my brother… he’s an idiot!” Expecting the worst, she asks the doctor, “Well, what’s the girl’s name?”
“Denise,” the doctor says.
The new mother thinks, “Wow, that’s not a bad name! Guess I was wrong about my brother. I like Denise!” Then she asks the doctor, “What’s the boy’s name?”
The doctor replies, “Denephew.”
It’s a good thing my sister didn’t get into a car accident, get into a coma, had twins, nor relied on her brothers for the baby boy’s name. And so denephew was named Ioan.

I’ve been listening to the car stereo while driving more often these days. I’ve realized how frustrating the experience can often be. First there’s the ads. These aren’t exactly the world’s best radio ads so it’s really not worth listening to. Then there’s the less-than-entertaining DJs. No matter what station you switch to, they all talk and sound the same. Then there’s the crap they force you to listen to. And it’s the same no matter where you go. Case in point, lately they’ve been always playing Barbie Almalbis’ stupid Summer Day. I switch to another station and it’s also the song being played!!! And worse, it is inevitably followed by Kamikazee’s equally stupid First Day High! Argh!!! I need control on what I’m listening to! I need an iPod!
Coming from the maker of the Sandman series I was a bit apprehensive about